I wait,
Nervy, eager, in anticipation
Like the first birth of a child
Heart quivering to clasp him close
Nights bereft of sleep
Like a new mother
My reward, a peck
Or even a firm embrace
Ah how my being aches to fasten
In my eyes, the poise
Of my dearly loved!
I wait for his arrival
Patiently, succumbing
to the inebriety that it is.
I know soon
Would hearts and hands reunite
But grander is the thrill that lay
in
sheer waiting
Like the lips of a drunkard
who wait for his
beloved glass of wine
How will you know
the succulent
intoxication of wait,
if you haven’t loved?
